“All your children here in their rags of light.”
Die before you die and all your problems disappear.
The heart like a volcano subdued by the gentle steering wisdom of the mind rooted in quiet certainty…that remains.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
The ashes of lack scattered to the four directions under a gentle rain.
A rainbow appears.
And you realize: this is Eden.
No escapist fantasy. It is here. Buried in the wilderness of your mind.